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The sadly yet-captive Odinson discovers an interesting thing as he burrows deep into the nest-like bedding that he and his captor have been occupying this however-long-it-is, while desperately trying to escape yet another nursing session with “Amma.” It is a piece of leather which is as large as an expansive bedsheet for Loki, but perhaps just a cosily sized blanket for his captor. And it lies underneath much of the layers that make up the bedding, as if hidden away by purpose.
It makes the dreaded yet awaited humiliating torture that is breastfeeding fly out of his mind, with how alien it looks and feels: It is one of the few things in this realm that is not coloured either blue, grey, black, white, purple or red. It is actually striped with some broad, some narrow streaky patterns of mossy green on deep brown. It is also thick and feels durable, but as soft as calf-skin and just as tensile. And, above all, it somehow feels like something that he should have known quite a long time ago.
The stricken look that his pursuer gives him, upon uncovering his hideout and finding him wrapped in the aforementioned bit of leather, makes the nursing session totally forgotten by both of them.
And it is also then that he learns about… his sire? Who is not Odin…??!